The bear he knew - and knew him - but it never hurt to make sure everyone knew each other, especially before beginning a hunt that would end in death. Anything large enough to entice Deimos's large shifts to the hunt was bound to be a dangerous prey, and being aware of each other was an important first step.
One that he appreciated all the more when Sunjata's mental voice came not from the raven, but from something else - a little piece of night that fluttered free of the leaves and drifted down to land in a splotch of dappled sunshine before shifting to a more familiar shape. Jigano took a startled step back before nodding his head cautiously to the bar owner. He hadn't yet heard the full story, but there rumors of a trip Sunjata had led...
One that had resulted in a newly-consecrated Shrine in the Temple.
One that had come back two members short. One of those members a dear friend.
Jigano wasn't sure how he felt about that at the moment, but his previous exchanges with Deimos had taught him both greater patience and greater humility, and so he stayed silent for the moment while he considered the Flood's appearance.
Oliver was the same as ever, though the fox noted how he fawned over Sunjata. That just left him, then, and...
Whoever was up in the tree with the little white and blue gryphlet. I'm Jigano, he confirmed, sharp blue eyes focused on the newcomer with avid interest, wondering who it would turn out to be.
One that he appreciated all the more when Sunjata's mental voice came not from the raven, but from something else - a little piece of night that fluttered free of the leaves and drifted down to land in a splotch of dappled sunshine before shifting to a more familiar shape. Jigano took a startled step back before nodding his head cautiously to the bar owner. He hadn't yet heard the full story, but there rumors of a trip Sunjata had led...
One that had resulted in a newly-consecrated Shrine in the Temple.
One that had come back two members short. One of those members a dear friend.
Jigano wasn't sure how he felt about that at the moment, but his previous exchanges with Deimos had taught him both greater patience and greater humility, and so he stayed silent for the moment while he considered the Flood's appearance.
Oliver was the same as ever, though the fox noted how he fawned over Sunjata. That just left him, then, and...
Whoever was up in the tree with the little white and blue gryphlet. I'm Jigano, he confirmed, sharp blue eyes focused on the newcomer with avid interest, wondering who it would turn out to be.
